Then was the time I saw the Hank Williams singing on the stage in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania and he was all dressed up in From his rose red lips to his rhinestone he belted out song after song as he drank from a paper bag And the he sang of love and pain, so pure reflections of human imperfections, it near choked me up But the rest of the show, was of slow And someone woke me up
Later on the Astros were silently beating the crap out of Cincinnati on the TV and a little to the left of the great Hank head As a busty suicide blonde waitress him a double shot of 'whatever you got' and laughingly said "I you were dead" The pool balls cracked as he his head back and told her how he had been a big star but now music was full of freaks He sat there, in the TV streaked his cheeks
When I was only sixteen years old I went from to Abilene with a spunky stunningly woman in a Volkswagen Bug She was grown with kids all her own, a committment-free divorcee, and I was a man in We had only one tape but it was of the late great Hank Williams and we sang in two-part "Hey good lookin', how's cookin' Something up me"
Back at the bar were calling last call so I gave the a credit card to pay up my tab The TV was turned off and the was dark and the great Hank Williams was gone so I her to call me a cab She if you like I can give you a ride, so there we were out the door and into the city of brotherly the night, out of sight In a VW Bug